Warm Sunny Days

My weekly schedule has been rewritten and has become quite unpredictable. Only Troy's days remain constant and they are numbered. Soon classes at the community college will be finished and Bryan will be out for the summer. In the fall Troy will start kindergarten and I won't be needed to babysit any longer. Sara and Alysa have gotten off the bus at my house for the past few years, but their mother's work schedule is not quite so steady as it had been. Sometimes they come and sometimes they don't. This week they were here just twice. Josh usually comes to visit once a week but there are those times when his other grandma likes a turn, and Lucas, who is normally here twice, had a change of plan this week too.

The days have finally become warm and sunny. I have neglected to plant spinach and leaf lettuce so far this season. I'm not sure where the time has gone. How did it get to be May already and where has my motivation gone? I hope it shows up soon because summer is fast approaching. Look how long that grass is getting!

Small Boys

Seeing my niece with our former president is not the only thing bringing a smile to my face these days. Watching our little grandson with his grandpa is making me smile too. Josh likes walking around outside and riding in the wagon is fun too, but doing guy things is the best! He loves anything with a motor; cars, trucks, tractors, motorcycles, chainsaws, and lawn mowers...

He was thrilled yesterday afternoon when Grandpa took him for a ride on the garden tractor. What little one wouldn't be? I was blessed to see James spending time with Josh and the two of them enjoying their time together. Yup, that makes me smile too.

More Thinking

The last couple weeks have not been very good for sorting out thoughts. I'm not sure if it is actually imperative that this be done or not, but somehow I feel better when it is accomplished.

A couple weeks ago this photo appeared on my niece's Facebook. I am borrowing it. (Annie, if you want me to put it back, just say so.) My husband thought it made a good wallpaper for our computer and so each time I come to sit down, there it is, and it makes me smile. I don't know why, but it does.

My niece lives in Dallas and works in a tall office building. One day she went to get on the elevator and found it already occupied. Initially she was told she couldn't ride along, but then someone said she could, and so she did. She found the gentleman to be "nice" and sent him a thank you note, which he returned with a note of his own.

The story left me wondering who crosses my path each day and how I treat those people. Who rides the elevator with me? Who is in line behind me at the grocery store? Did I smile at a stranger today? Did I bother to say "thank you"? Does meeting "the man" make a difference? I don't know what Ann's opinion of this man was prior to meeting him, nor do I know if their meeting made any change in how she thinks of him. (Maybe she'll let us know...) It did however, leave me thinking.

Grandpa's and Story Books

Last night Josh enjoyed some Grandpa time. They "read" some books together. How fun!

Thinking...

Then Jesus said to His disciples, "If anyone desires to come after Me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross, and follow Me. For whoever desires to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for My sake will find it. For what profit is it to a man if he gains the whole world, and loses his own soul? Or what will a man give in exchange for his soul?

Matthew 16:24-26

I’d Rather Have Jesus

I’d rather have Jesus than silver or gold;

I’d rather be His than have riches untold;

I’d rather have Jesus than houses or lands,

I’d rather be led by His nail pierced hand.

Than to be a king of a vast domain

Or be held in sin’s dread sway,

I’d rather have Jesus than anything

This world affords today.

I’d rather have Jesus than men’s applause;

I’d rather be faithful to His dear cause;

I’d rather have Jesus than world-wide fame,

I’d rather be true to His holy name.

He’s fairer than lilies of rarest bloom;

He’s sweeter than honey from out of the comb;

He’s all that my hungering spirit needs,

I’d rather have Jesus and let Him lead.

The Frog Jammies

Frog jammies apparently do not make children happy... Sure do wish I had pictures of all my children wearing them! This one is Jim. He was the first to wear them 26 years ago. (Jim was wearing pants to another pair in the picture...)
They're tired, old pajamas, but it was fun to see Josh wearing them anyway. How amusing to see the same expression on each of these faces!

A Quiet Evening

Although the house seems unusually quiet this evening and I miss my little grandson, I am ever so thankful that my son in law and daughter returned home safe this afternoon. They are healthy and whole, not laying in far away hospital beds (or worse), able to walk, talk, and take care of their little boy. We are blessed.

It was a beautiful week and flew by so quickly. Josh had the pleasure of going shopping with Hannah and I this afternoon. (Don't all little boys love traipsing through the store?) We stopped at two banks, Walmart, K Mart, Kohl's and Wegaman's. When we returned home, Ben was mowing the lawn and "Buppa" was running the chainsaw, both things little boys find fascinating. Just look at that sawdust fly!

The day was too nice to spend inside so we walked about the yard and watched the guys work. There were dandelions to be picked and stones to be tossed. I even gave Josh a wagon ride down and around the driveway several times and Hannah took him for a ride on the swing. All fun stuff.

So, now the week is over and Hannah will sleep in her own room again. She had been camping out on the extra bed in Ben's room so as not to wake up her little nephew. Or was it so as not to be woken up by him? Okay, so maybe it was a little of each... Tomorrow morning we go back to church and guess who we can't wait to see?

A Fresh Start

I will give you a new heart and put a new spirit within you; I will take the heart of stone out of your flesh and give you a heart of flesh. I will put My Spirit within you and cause you to walk in My statutes, and you will keep My judgments and do them. Ezekiel 36:26-27

This afternoon I dug up my little flower and moved it to a new home. It is my hope that with a fresh start it can once again be nourished and begin to grow into the beautiful flower it was meant to be, rather than stunted, sick, and barely recognizable as a tulip.

As I looked at the sickly plant I couldn't help but think of God's desire for us, His creation. Weak, sickly, and stunted by sin, we are far from what God intended us to be. We also need a new beginning, a fresh start. That is why Jesus came, so that our old hardened heart could be removed and replaced with a "heart of flesh," one that is able to hear when God speaks and desires to follow Him. No wonder meeting Jesus is referred to as a "new birth"!

Pressing On

Life can be challenging even for a tulip.

This is my favorite spring flower, my salmon colored tulip, but I'm afraid it's growing old and tired. It was much prettier last year and even then I thought it looked somewhat lethargic. This year it has no stem and reminds me a little bit of a water lily. I think it desperately needs a new home so maybe tomorrow I will search out a spade, dig it up, and transfer it to a new home where hopefully it can recover and bloom into a prize winning beauty once again next spring. I can always hope.

I am tired today too, but Thursdays are often my toughest day. Lots of little ones and up too late watching a movie last night, no time for a nap and yet the daily tasks must be accomplished. Ben is out working with James, Hannah is going out with a friend tonight,... I think Josh and I just might go to Burger King...

One Shoe Off...

Josh is doing his best to look as though he was also in a car accident. On Saturday he tripped over his own feet and bumped the bridge of his nose on a toy building. Today he has a bump on the top of his forehead. I'm not quite sure where it came from, although he did fall over on his way to bring me a clean diaper. He cried then but I didn't see a mark until after he turned the treadmill on and tossed himself over the edge. (We try to keep it turned off and unplugged...) He knows how to open the back door and I am happy to say that before he sneaks off on me he is quite likely to tumble down the steps and set off howling. (We are keeping the door locked...) He also thought riding Ben's scooter would be a great idea. So far, so good...

I called Bethany this morning. They are in Nashville now and have a rental car for the week. They will fly home sometime Saturday and probably get a new car when they get back. The other vehicle still has to be evaluated by the insurance company but they are pretty sure it is a total loss. We are just blessed that they are okay. Cars can be replaced but they can't.

Bursting Forth

The world is turning green again. A little warm weather can go a long way when it comes to dressing the trees. Each day brings a little more color to this part of the world and a little more promise of summer. The leaves are making their appearance and it is grand! You can't see the green in these photos but it's there, a little greener today than than it was on Friday when Alysa and I took our walk.

I haven't talked to Beth or Adam today but James did talk to her this morning. Adam has four staples in his head and Bethany has 33 stitches in her arm. Her arm was against the glass when the car rolled and the windows broke. To complicate matters, they were having trouble with their bank account and rental car company making Adam feel almost like buying tickets and flying back home. James told Beth they needed to find somewhere to rest before making any big decisions. Adam's dad was also trying to find a way to help them out. Right now I'm thinking no news is good news and praying things go good from here on out and that they have a great time together in spite of the rough start.

A Taste of Summer and an Answer to Prayer Unprayed

The heat wave arrived in our area sometime early this morning. I even ate my breakfast out on the back steps! We hit at least 82 degrees. If I closed my eyes I could pretend it was summer, but when I opened them up I found there are still no leaves on the trees. It won't be long though.

We have a small house guest for the next week. Josh has come to stay while Beth and Adam spend the week in Nashville. Adam has to take two classes for work so they're making a vacation of it. Late in the week, while Adam takes his class, Beth plans to spend a bit of time with an old friend who lives in the area. Those were the plans anyway...

A couple hours ago Beth called to let us know where they were and say good-night to Josh. All was well. Sometime between then and the next call (about 20 minutes ago) they were hit by a drunk driver and rolled their vehicle. Bethany says they are both okay but Adam has a bump on his head. They are going to the hospital to make sure. When they left this morning, the thought of car accidents went through my mind. I can't say I really prayed (some warrior I am!) but I'm sure the Lord knows my heart. Sometimes He answers even unspoken prayers! Thank you, Jesus!

Who is this King of glory? The LORD strong and mighty, The LORD mighty in battle.

Psalm 24:8

Warrior Princess

The Lord is a warrior; the Lord is his name.

Exodus 15:3 (NIV)

This afternoon my thoughts are on becoming a warrior. I have no plans to join the military or learn how to wield worldly weapons. I hardly think the US Army or Navy would give me second look, instead my heart is burdened for my friends. I want to become a prayer warrior.

After visiting one friend at the hospital late this morning, I stopped in to give the other a hug and tell her that I love her. How could I stay away? (I previously said we weren't necessarily close but I lied. There are some ways in which we really are.) Just sending a card seemed almost the easy way out and I was relieved to find a second reason to visit the hospital.

There are some trials that leave us too tired and distracted to pray. At those times we have "brothers and sisters" to lift us up before the Lord and intercede. I pray that I am able to do this for my friend, that she will be strengthened by the prayers of her friends and family, and feel the peace and presence of the God who loves her and her family so very much. Please pray for me as I look to pray for them.

Touching the Hem

Wherever He entered, into villages, cities, or the country, they laid the sick in the marketplaces, and begged Him that they might just touch the hem of His garment. And as many as touched Him were made well. Mark 6:56

Sinus of Spring

Although slow to arrive, spring is on its way. My allergies said so. I have been trying to remember my medications and drink plenty of fluids, but for all the effort I still feel the dull ache in my sinus. I must not forget the decongestant during the next month or so.

It was a gorgeous morning, warm and sunny, with no cold lake wind. My headache put me on the couch this afternoon so I'm glad I had a chance to go out early in the day. I had a nice phone call from a far-away friend and a short nap while Troy slept. This evening the cold has returned and I will likely head out to Wegman's to replenish the supplies in my kitchen cabinets so I can stay home tomorrow. (Maybe I'll work on those puzzles I started back in January...)

Please continue to keep my friends and their daughter in your prayers. She started chemo on Saturday and will have a minimum of 4 months treatment. Her brother is arriving from Japan this evening (he's in the Marines) and Michelle will be taking time off work as a nurse practitioner to be with Paige at the hospital. If anyone has any good ideas of ways to help or bits of wisdom for me, please send them this way. We are more than acquaintances of the family, but not necessarily all that close. (Although in her years as an OB nurse Michelle did almost deliver one of my children and she could always tell when my allergies were kicking up.) We attended the same church for many years, spent some time together as friends, and have had some heart to heart talks. I guess you could say the years have distanced us. I've never had a family member need an extended hospital stay so I'm looking for advice on how to be an encouragement without getting in the way.

Prayers Needed

Whenever I am afraid,I will trust in You.

Psalm 56:3

Please pray for our friends, Mike and Michelle and their 18 year old daughter. Paige was diagnosed with AML leukemia last week and started treatment this past Saturday.

It Was Loaded

Early last week my washing machine decided to stop working. I figured it probably had a bad belt or something relatively simple like that, but no. Apparently this particular model doesn't have a belt, it has a "gearbox" instead. My Darling says it is not an inexpensive fix. Even a belt would not have been simple in this case. In order to get to the machine it must be removed from the bathroom, and in order to remove the machine from the bathroom, the bathroom sink must be taken out and the dryer also. To top it off, somehow, in less than a week's time, each and every (okay, not quite but almost) towel in my bathroom cupboard has ended up hanging on a hook or over a cupbord door somewhere in the upstairs bathroom. There are only four people living in my house, we had one overnight guest on Thursday, and one towel to dry hands on. That makes six towels, yes? Then why do I have a dozen or more in need of laundering? Since no one is confessing I am supposing that somehow towels come to life in the dark of night, haul themselves off the shelf and out of the cabinet, and then manage to hang themselves up all without my knowledge. Luckily, I have a plan. Somewhere I will aquire a large plastic bucket with a tight fitting lid in which to store my many extra clean towels. I'm fairly certain towels cannot free themselves from within a bucket with the lid snapped tightly in place. If plan #1 fails, I have a backup plan. Turn them into cleaning cloths and dust rags. That should teach them!

An Anniversary Party

He who finds a wife finds a good thing, And obtains favor from the LORD. Proverbs 18:22
Yesterday afternoon we helped my cousins celebrate my aunt and uncle's fiftieth wedding anniversary. I thank God not only for my own parents, who have been a model of love and commitment, but also for my aunt and uncle who have loved and encouraged us through the years. I pray that James and I can be to others what these beautiful couples have been to us.

Ready or Not

Spring is struggling to arrive in upstate NY. My daffodils bloomed overnight but the trees are still naked and bare. Today is almost balmy, next week is forcast to be cold and rainy.

Next week I will paint puzzles, visit the laundromat, and do my shopping. Warm temperatures will return (I promise, Stacy) but I'm not sure when.

Control Yourself!

I read a news article the other day that suggested exercising self-control might actually be "bad for you." Seems they figure the more one deprives himself early in the day, the more likely he is to wear down his "self-control mechanism" and lose it altogether later on in the evening. Interesting... Of course I don't believe it, but I still find it interesting.

Speaking of self-control, I lost mine. I'm not quite sure where I traded in the salads and high protein meals for sugar and carbs, but I did. I feel as though I have fallen off the diet wagon and am bouncing along in the dirt behind. The earlier in the day that I consume sugar the more I crave it all day long. The more I sit in my chair, the less I feel like going for a walk. Self-control is what I desperately need.

Today was a sleepy day. Although the sun was shining and the air not quite so brisk as Tuesday, I couldn't seem to wake up. It was as if someone had thrown a thick blanket of fog over my head. Maybe the pollen counts are picking up or maybe it was the brush fires in the orchard, I'm not sure, but whatever it was I don't like it. I don't plan on sleeping through spring, there are too many great things to do. Listen, I hear my treadmill calling me. See you later!

Answered Prayer

In a world where pregnancies often end abruptly God still hears and answers prayer. It is quite possible that I will never be able to look at the face of this small child without remembering that his life is a miracle, an answer to many tearful heartfelt prayers. Although his daddy claims atheism, I pray this little one will come to know and believe there is a God in heaven who loves and cares for him, and that his life has purpose beyond this world. Not all prayers are answered in the way we hope, I know that, but I also know that if I fail to pray I will never know the blessing of being answered.

Sunshine Freeze Pops

The day seems to be growing colder as the afternoon wears on. A lake breeze has picked up letting us know that the waters of Lake Ontario are still bitterly cold. It chased me inside when I returned home from Webster this afternoon. The sunshine is inviting but the temperatures are not. In spite of the cold my daffodils have decided to bloom. They are braver than me. Very soon the temperatures will warm and I will be out enjoying the sunshine too. Until then you will find me in the house.

Hope in Christ

If in this life only we have hope in Christ, we are of all men the most pitiable.

1 Corinthians 15:19

I am always in wonder when a Sunday morning sermon touches on so many aspects of the previous week. It's even more amazing when I find the pastor preaching the exact passage I looked up the night before (especially when he's going through the book of Matthew and it was 1 Corinthians 15:12-19 I had been reading). I love when God confirms what He has been teaching or showing me. Each time this happens I'm sure I feel Him smile... Is that possible?

Following is a story of forgiveness that touches my heart and brings tears to my eyes every time I read it. Many of you have heard the story before but perhaps there is another someone out there who will be blessed for the very first time...

It was in a church in Munich that I saw him, a balding heavy-set man in a gray overcoat, a brown felt hat clutched between his hands. People were filing out of the basement room where I had just spoken. It was 1947 and I had come from Holland to defeated Germany with the message that God forgives. ...

And that's when I saw him, working his way forward against the others. One moment I saw the overcoat and the brown hat; the next, a blue uniform and a visored cap with its skull and crossbones. It came back with a rush: the huge room with its harsh overhead lights, the pathetic pile of dresses and shoes in the center of the floor, the shame of walking naked past this man. I could see my sister's frail form ahead of me, ribs sharp beneath the parchment skin. Betsie, how thin you were!

Betsie and I had been arrested for concealing Jews in our home during the Nazi occupation of Holland; this man had been a guard at Ravensbruck concentration camp where we were sent. ...

"You mentioned Ravensbruck in your talk," he was saying. "I was a guard in there." No, he did not remember me. "But since that time," he went on, "I have become a Christian. I know that God has forgiven me for the cruel things I did there, but I would like to hear it from your lips as well. Fraulein, ..." his hand came out, ... "will you forgive me?"

And I stood there — I whose sins had every day to be forgiven — and could not. Betsie had died in that place — could he erase her slow terrible death simply for the asking?

It could not have been many seconds that he stood there, hand held out, but to me it seemed hours as I wrestled with the most difficult thing I had ever had to do.

For I had to do it — I knew that. The message that God forgives has a prior condition: that we forgive those who have injured us. "If you do not forgive men their trespasses," Jesus says, "neither will your Father in heaven forgive your trespasses." ...

And still I stood there with the coldness clutching my heart. But forgiveness is not an emotion — I knew that too. Forgiveness is an act of the will, and the will can function regardless of the temperature of the heart. "Jesus, help me!" I prayed silently. "I can lift my hand, I can do that much. You supply the feeling."

And so woodenly, mechanically, I thrust my hand into the one stretched out to me. And as I did, an incredible thing took place. The current started in my shoulder, raced down my arm, sprang into our joined hands. And then this healing warmth seemed to flood my whole being, bringing tears to my eyes.

"I forgive you, brother!" I cried. "With all my heart!"

For a long moment we grasped each other's hands, the former guard and the former prisoner. I had never known God's love so intensely as I did then.

Corrie died on April 15, 1983 in Orange, California, on her ninety-first birthday.

References:Ten Boom, C., Sherril, J., Sherril, S., (1971): The Hiding Place. New York: Bantam.Ten Boom, C., Buckingham, J. (1974). Tramp for the Lord. New York: Jove Corrie Ten Boom by Cheryl Cheek Guidepost article ©1972 "I'm Still Learning to Forgive

Resurrection Day

"He is not here, for He is risen." Matthew 28:6

She Was Bookin'!

It's finally finished. Mom will be happy tomorrow and she will spend hours this next week pouring over the pages of her new book. I hope she likes it. Although it's not perfect (I found way too many typos), it's still a satisfying project. A year's worth of blogging bound into one book. If I spent more time making books I might be able to work out the mistakes I make in putting them together but the finished products always make me smile just the same. At this year's library sale I will be looking for old books to dismantle and make into new books. The covers are recyclable!
In the past I've made recipe books for my kids and sisters. I gathered old family recipes and all- time favorites and put them together into one great little collection called "The Over-Used Recipe Book". They made wonderful gifts. Last month Hannah and I bound small autograph sized books for her friend's birthday and I'm thinking about possibly putting together a little devotional book with all my "scripture ponderings". It will be a good way for me to remember how much the Lord has taught me over the past few years. He is good!

Tomorrow is Resurrection Sunday and also my dad's birthday. I made him an apricot upside down cake and we will be having the whole family here for dinner and I'm looking forward to it.

Have a blessed day!

Sweepin' the Clouds Away

Sunshine. I love how it looks, I love how it warms my skin, I love how it makes me feel. I am just waiting for the air temperatures to match and then I will be outside rambling around instead of staying cooped up inside. Soon the flowers will be calling.

I should have been out in my yard today but instead I was trying to finish my mom's Christmas present. (I'm a little late...) I think I will have it finished in time to give it to her Sunday. Since she loves reading my blogs but doesn't have a computer, I print them off and bind them into a book for her. It makes her happy and I like that. She has been more than patient this year.

Planning to Be Flexible

Is it possible to plan for flexibilty? Being flexible is not one of my strong points. I like to know what is going on and don't like being left hanging wondering what to do. God is working on that. He is teaching me that I will not always know what each day will bring and that like clay on the potter's wheel, I must be willing to yield to His touch. When my heart is hard and stubborn, more water must be poured over my life, more of His holy word, to make my heart soft and my spirit willing to be shaped and molded for His use. When pressures mount and it I feel pressed on every side, will I see His loving hands wrapped around my life? Will I yield or will I struggle? This day my prayer is that I will allow my Heavenly Father to turn me in His hand and make of me a vessel of honor.

And the vessel that he made of clay was marred in the hand of the potter; so he made it again into another vessel, as it seemed good to the potter to make. Jeremiah 18:4

Upside Down

Monday was James' birthday. We didn't have any big gathering or anything but I do want him to know he's loved and appreciated, so I baked him a pineapple upside down cake. It's one of my favorites too but I resisted the urge to taste and had vanilla ice cream instead.

The Snowy Day and More Cobblestones

That's right, we woke up to snow this morning. Not surprising here in western NY, but distressing just the same. It won't stick around long and maybe by next week, during spring break, we'll be enjoying sunshine and walks in the park. We can always hope so.

After visiting the eye doctor this morning we stopped at the public library. I found a book, Cobblestone Quest, to help me in my study of Cobblestone houses. Although there are a few scattered across the United States, 90%, are within 65 miles of Rochester, NY. This is The Maxwell Creek Carriage House which serves as a Bed and Breakfast. I'll have to look for it next time I drive that direction. (The photo is from their website.)

The book I borrowed doesn't give much information on the homes and buildings, just general information on construction. What it does do is take the reader on several mini tours. The tour closest to my house takes me past 25 cobblestone structures including those I posted yesterday and this one here. Built in 1839, it was originally the First Methodist Church of Williamson. The datestone identifies it as "Ridge Chapel". When the weather perks up I think I'll set off on a tour or two and take my camera along. Sounds like a great homeschool field trip!

Sticks and Stones

It is another gray day. Lately we have had a rather checkerboard weather pattern; pleasant and sunny one day, soggy and cold the next. Due to all the rain, we once more own "waterfront" property as Teal Lake comes and goes with the precipitation. Maybe Troy will get a chance to float boats after all.

I have lately taken a fleeting fancy to cobblestone houses. If the Three Little Pigs had lived near Lake Ontario this is the type of house the Third Little Pig would have built. No wolf can blow one down. They are strong, sturdy, have thick walls and usually a good chimney or two in case a wolf gets angry enough to try and sneak in like Santa Claus.

All long the lake shore are smooth, round stones in abundance At one time they were collected, sorted and used as building material. They make a very pretty and unique building form. Nicer, I think, than bricks.

In the eighteen-hundreds everything from houses, churches, and stores, to barns and outbuildings might be made of cobblestones. My great grandfather once used them to line the edge of his driveway and build both a lamp post and a miniature lighthouse.

Most area cobblestone buildings are well kept, treasured by both their owners and historical societies, but here and there I find one sadly neglected. The owner of this property is not interested in selling and so this treasure is left to the mercy of vandals and the elements of nature. So sad.

The Heart of Christ

"O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, the one who kills the prophets and stones those who are sent to her! How often I wanted to gather your children together, as a hen gathers her chicks under [her] wings, but you were not willing!"
Matthew 23:37

This verse has come to mind or been mentioned several times in the past couple of weeks including this morning's message. Of course the people of Jerusalem are not the only ones unwilling to be gathered into the arms of Jesus. It wouldn't have mattered if God had called the country of China, the citizens of Italy, or the people of North America, the rejection would have been, and still is, the same. Although He has given His all for His creation, we are all too often resistant to His calling. Today I pray for a willing heart and an obedient spirit that when He calls I will not only hear but heed His voice.

Eating Out and Moving Day

Last night James and I finally made our way down to Canandaigua to eat at the Rheinblick German Restaurant. In spite of the rainy weather we had a very nice evening together. After a quick hug from the hostess we were shown to our table by the lovely Miss M. It is so hard to decide what to order when dining out. After much deliberation I chose the Kassler Rippchen (otherwise known as pork chops and sauerkraut) and James the Wiener Schnitzel. Mmmmm, yummy! We almost left without dessert but when the smiling hostess came out to show us the choices, we couldn't resist; Heidi’s Käsekuchen and Linzer Torte. A wonderful evening in a beautiful place. Thank you, Gudl!

Today we are once again downsizing our family. Where have the years gone? Could it really be almost ten years since we dropped our eldest son off at college? We have watched our collection of children dwindle from seven down to three, and now two. Nathan has packed up his things and moved into an apartment with his buddies, Max, Roman, and Matt. It is a nice place not too far from church and these are good guys. I'm sure they will be fine as they face new challanges in the days to come. More prayers rising heavenward and a little less laundry for me... uh, maybe.

Fighting Battles

Yet in all these things we are more than conquerors through Him who loved us. Romans 8:37

There are days when I feel like anything but a conqueror... It often seems as though I fight the same battles day after day and year after year. Somehow, through it all, I must trust that I am being shaped and molded into His image, that no matter how many times I fail, I can continue to follow because He is leading me.

I went looking at last March and April's blogs to see when the flowers will bloom (they aren't far off) and found these two blog entries.
A Messy Trough
Weakness
Am I still fighting the battles? Well, yes I am, but I also know who wins the victory in the end and I believe we're making progress.

The Little Guys

My week has been busy with watching little people. Josh keeps us entertained with his funny antics and use of language. He is quite the talker and often surprises us with what he will say. Hannah told us how he sat on the bottom step and said "I sit down." He is a smiley little guy and it's easy to forget what a sober faced baby he once was. Poor little boy cut all his teeth at once and just didn't feel like smiling. He's making up for it now.

Lucas is 3 months old already. Smiles are easier to come by now and so are the sweet baby coos these little ones make. He is a wiggler and absolutely can not hold still while drinking a bottle. He prefers to be held, even while sleeping, which can prove to be challanging. Bethany brought me her baby swing to help keep him settled. I'm hoping it will help him sleep when it's time for me to put him down.

Today's weather was gorgeous. I didn't get to spend much time outside as I was in with small children. Josh got outside with Ben and Hannah while Lucas was sleeping. Lucky guy! I hope the nice weather returns while I have a chance to enjoy it.

Get Moving

James and I spent the weekend helping some friends move. It was a good exercise in flexibility and a good exercise in giving also. We were blessed with beautiful warm, dry weather which has now moved on out of the area. Today is gray, overcast and feeling slightly winter-like. I inhaled more than my fair share of dust over the weekend, because moving is just that kind of a job, and have consumed large amounts of decongestants and antihisitmines in a concerted effort to fend off sinus headaches. So far, in spite of feeling rather sluggish and achy, I am doing okay.

Moving others is always an encouragement to clean out my own "stash of trash" so I have been sorting through old papers and finding things to get rid of. The computer room is looking pretty good right now and I'm happy to report that all the dust bunnies have been chased out of the room. I've sent out an email of "used school books" and hope to trim the collection a bit more before trashing the remainder of the lot. Maybe one day I'll actually find the time to clean out my closet...

Patience and Flexibility

My brethren, count it all joy when you fall into various trials, knowing that the testing of your faith produces patience. But let patience have [its] perfect work, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking nothing.

James 1:2-4

God is teaching me patience and flexibility, or at least I think that is the goal. I must admit I wish it wasn't such a tediously trying process. It would be so much easier if I could just open my mouth and swallow it rather than have it worked into my life a little bit at a time. So often I want to run off and do my own thing. I don't especially desire to put the wants and needs of others above my own, and I certainly don't wish to be "inconvenienced" by the unpredictable schedules of those around me. I want to know what is going on and I don't want the itinerary changed, but God, in His wisdom, has another plan, a plan to mould and shape me into His image. It is not my job to fight and resist, rather to become soft and pliable in His hand. He is the Master. He knows what is best.

So today the sun shines and, while I would have preferred to go off galavanting, I am here at home where God wants me to be. Why He wants me here I do not know, but I do know He wants me to accept what I have and be content. Ben and Hannah are out raking the yard and am about to continue the quest to clear out the dust bunnies that have multiplied under and behind the furniture during the winter. All this has absolutely nothing to do with the photo unless you stop to consider that not all of life is "smooth sailing". Storms and trials are a must if I am to become more like Jesus. Maybe one day I will feel such a calm in the mist of the crashing waves that I too will have the peace to sleep through the storm.

Making a Connection

Computers and the World Wide Web have made connecting with friends an interesting venture. Many years ago a family friend gave this note of encouragement and vintage coin to our childhood neighbor. At the time Lisa was just a little girl and the friend an adult. This month she found the note and coin in an old jewelry box and made contact with my sisters and I on Facebook (resulting in my post on Family Ties). Well, I got curious where our old friend disappeared to. The last time we knew of his whereabouts he was in Florida planning to buy a sailboat, but I also knew he had family in the Minneapolis area. I started a search which led me to Classmates.com where I typed up an email only to have it ask me to become a "gold member" in order for my friend to read my email. Baaa! Evidently Classmates is pretty good at coercing people to send them money because they sent him an email notifying him of a message from "Martha T." Finally having an unusual first name has payed off! He didn't pay to receive the message either, instead, after trying to remember our last name, he looked us up in the phone book online. Yesterday I got a phone call from the Philippines where my friend has lived for the past four years. We had a wonderful conversation and when I asked if the call was costing him an arm and a leg, I heard him smile as he said, "Well, it's cheaper than flying."

Fuzzy Stuff

After a busy day yesterday, I was up early this morning to run out to the store before picking up Lucas for the afternoon. Unfortunately after giving my fuzzy little dog a haircut yesterday afternoon, I am feeling rather spacey and head achy today. (This happens when people with dog allergies inhale doggy fur, and a lack of night time sleep exacerbates the problem.) Luckily, I have an ample supply of decongestants in my cupboard and should be breathing easy soon. In the meantime a cup of green tea with honey and a nap on the couch are in order. By the way, Sofie's haircut is looking rather cute and all it cost was an hour or so of time and a day or two of sinus pressure. No time to complain, there will be grandbabies here again tomorrow.